My Reluctant Plaything
The glass was cold against his back, his cock twitching against his stomach.
Damien gripped his jaw, kissed him hard, biting his lip until it hurt. His other hand fisted Ethan’s cock, pumping brutally fast. Ethan arched, whimpering, his body bowing off the table.
“Beg,” Damien ordered against his mouth.
“I’m begging,” Ethan gasped. “Please—please, I can’t—”
Damien stroked harder, his own cock pressed against Ethan’s thigh, leaking. “You come when I say. Not a second before.”